I thought I didn’t want to bring politics to this blog, but I gotta be honest, y’all, I’m struggling with the results of this election. I’m not the only one, am I? I mean, even if you picked the winning side, you didn’t feel 100% great about it, did you? I know I wouldn’t have if it had gone the other way. And yet we have to carry on and figure out how to come together, how to make a bridge over the divisive rhetoric.
I may have more to say on this topic in the week to come, and I apologize for the politics, but I can’t help it. I wanted to give you all of me in this space, and here I am.
I’ve engaged in some hearty introspection this week, I have to tell you. I scribbled out this poem this morning. Take from it what you will.
“Kindness
Is never the wrong anser,” I said,
Frolicking through fall leaves.
“What if someone is bullying you?” he said.
“Never,” I said, making a snow angel. “People
Bully because they feel unloved.”
“What if someone hates you?” he said.
“Not then,” I said, making a daisy chain. “My
Mama taught me to always counter
Hate with Love.”
“What if they’re killing you?” he said.
I tucked my flower skirt aside and sat in the sunshine. “Gandhi said,
‘An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind.'”
“What if they’re hurting your family?” he said.
And darkness fell, and I became someone else.
“Then there will be hell to pay,” I said.
Loving the Questions 